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The second our eyes meet, Finley’s brows arch and her lips round into an “o” As I close the distance between us, she looks back up at the boulder again and then, reluctantly, at me Nervous

As soon as I’ive her a how ya doin’ look, and she drops her gaze down to her feet as her cheeks flush

I knew it

“Whatcha see down there?”

She laughs softly and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear Woman is so shy, she can’t even answer me I swat her messy ponytail

“I see so”

She turns toin your hair”

“What was it?”

“Bug” I smirk

She ain “Got it that time”

“Thank goodness”

When she still won’t look at ently down “How many times do I have to pull on this to see your face?”

Her eyes lift to mine, and I’m relieved to find a so of her hair, and she looks down again

“Don’t be shy, Siren”

Her blush deepens “I’m not”